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The atmosphere suddenly became extremely solemn, as if the air had frozen. The leading man had a cold look in his eyes, holding the blood-stained blade tightly in his hand, and said to the others: "I'm sorry, but I really have no other choice! Only your heads can exchange for the safety of my family!"

One of his companions shouted in astonishment: "Are you crazy? You actually believed the lies of those invaders!"

The leader's face was full of sorrow and helplessness, and he responded with a trembling voice: "You don't understand, those hateful lords have already given up on us. With no other options, I can only hope that the Mother of Dragons will keep her promise." Before he finished speaking, he resolutely raised his weapon and pounced on the three people with a fierce and merciless attack.

Faced with such a fierce attack, the other three would certainly not sit still and wait for death. They quickly picked up their weapons and rushed forward. In an instant, the flashes of swords and sabers flashed across the sky, and the four of them started a thrilling, life-and-death battle.

The loud noise of the fierce battle soon attracted the attention of the nearby patrol. When a team of fully armed beast-faced soldiers rushed over, they saw something horrifying - the narrow and dark alley was full of blood, and there were four cold corpses lying in a mess, as well as a wounded man who was covered in blood and dying. The man sat against the wall, curled up into a ball, as if he had lost all his strength. His nose and half of his cheek were gone, leaving only a hideous wound, from which blood continued to flow. His left hand was tightly covering the shocking wound on his abdomen, but even so, he could still glimpse his internal organs through the gaps between his fingers.

A soldier carefully squatted down, and after a careful inspection, he silently shook his head at his companion beside him, indicating that the man was too seriously injured and could not be saved. At this moment, the man said in an extremely weak voice: "Those people... They are all members of the Sons of the Banshee... I sincerely want to confess to Her Majesty the Queen and beg her to forgive my family..."

His eyes were filled with endless pleading and despair, as if he was placing his last glimmer of hope on the group of strangers in front of him.

The soldiers around all turned their eyes to the Unsullied, waiting for his instructions. The Unsullied was silent for a moment before speaking, "The Regent has ordered that if a rebel can report an accomplice, one person in his family can be pardoned; if a rebel is captured or killed, two people in his family can be pardoned. However, members of the Banshee's Sons are not included in this scope."

Hearing this, the man suddenly laughed, his laughter mixed with bitterness and helplessness: "Thank you very much, Her Majesty is so kind! This is where my family is, please save them... I am guilty of this crime and I deserve to be punished!" Before he finished speaking, he raised the dagger in his hand tremblingly and slashed his throat without hesitation. In an instant, scarlet blood gushed out and splashed everywhere.

Surprisingly, on the man's face, which had already become a bloody mess, there actually appeared an indescribable look of relief. Perhaps for him, ending his life in this way was both a redemption for his sins and the best protection for his family.

The Unsullied took the note from the man's cold hand expressionlessly, then gestured to the soldiers behind him, signaling them to carry the man's body out and dispose of it. After doing all this, the Unsullied went to the man's home according to the address written on the note.

When they pushed open the door, a strong smell of fear hit them. The man's wife and children huddled together tightly, hiding in the corner of the room, staring at the uninvited guests with horror. The eyes of the Unsullied were as cold as ice, and they announced without emotion: "Your husband has been sentenced to death for participating in the rebellion of the Sons of the Harpy. However, in the battle with other traitors, he successfully killed them and won amnesty for you. Unfortunately, he was too seriously injured and eventually died. Here is some money as an extra reward for you. I hope you can live a stable life with your children in the future!"

After saying this, the Unsullied One took out a heavy purse and forced it into the woman's trembling hands, ignoring the fact that the woman was already in tears. The woman was filled with gratitude and took the gift with tears, then hugged the children around her tightly and burst into tears.

This large-scale manhunt lasted for several days, during which many members of the Sons of the Harpy were arrested, imprisoned, or killed on the spot. The man's situation was not an isolated case. As the trust system collapsed, the rebels who had colluded with each other began to fight among themselves and even kill each other. After a fierce battle, thousands of Sons of the Harpy were arrested or killed, and more than 6,000 family members were implicated.

These people carried out public executions in more than ten small squares in Meereen. Every place was surrounded by crowds of people watching the excitement, but no one dared to make a sound, only the heavy breathing sounds came one after another. Bloody heads rolled to the ground, splashing dust. The bloody scene made everyone shudder, and greatly frightened those who were originally dissatisfied.

The atmosphere in Meereen became extremely tense and depressing, as if even the air had frozen. People's fear and awe of the regent became more and more profound, and they didn't even dare to look up at the throne. In such a suffocating atmosphere, more than 2,000 women and children were sentenced to exile! They cried and wailed, and were ruthlessly driven out of Meereen. Despite this, out of the most basic humanitarian considerations, the government still gave them five days of food and water to ensure that they could survive the difficult journey.

At the same time, the army of Meereen has set out. Sir Barristan rode a tall warhorse, quietly watching everything that happened before his eyes. His deep eyes revealed endless compassion. The commander, Skaratz Mo Kantark, was keenly aware of Barristan's inner thoughts and comforted him softly: "Andals, don't worry, this is our way of survival. It is lucky for them to continue to live. These people may become prisoners of the Dothraki, or join other small city-states. Life is much more tenacious than you think. It is stronger than you can expect, and it is not so easy to die."

"The Regent has been very kind and provided them with enough food and water. It is a far cry from the suffering I experienced as a slave. Lord Barristan must have witnessed the little girls who were used as signposts along the way." Missanlo suddenly interrupted.